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POETS LOST: WRITINGS OF THREE ROMANTIC MEN IN MY LIFE BEFORE AND AFTER NEW ORLEANS by Judyth Vary Baker
POETS LOST: WRITINGS OF THREE ROMANTIC MEN IN MY LIFE BEFORE AND AFTER NEW ORLEANS by Judyth Vary Baker
The FOLLOWING ENTRIES ARE BY POETS WHO I KNEW WHO ARE NOW
EITHER DEAD OR MISSING FROM EVERY SEARCH I’VE MADE. THEY HELPED SHAPE MY OWN PET
IC THOUGHT AND IDEAS.
Don Federman
A former editor of the University of Florida’s sometimes-banned publication, THE
NEW ORANGE PEEL. He once wrote a note telling me I was “the Goddess of Amity.”
A lover of Zen and a lover of beautiful women, though he wore horn-rimmed gla
sses and was slight of build, Don was one of the most romantic writers I’ve ever
known. We lost track of each not long after my disastrous year in New Orleans
: things just were never the same.
IN A LOVER’S EMBRACE
by Don Federman
Lovers, in your embrace lies the world’s future
Let the proud, obdurate, principled
suffer your intensity
Smother their hate with your arms
Make sweet their griefs with your lips
Dissipate their anxiety with your
serene gaze
Wash away their sins of strangement
The world has thought itself
into prostration
Make virile and alive again its ivy-covered bastions
Fill the cup with quiet desire
That patriots and patriarchs should become
Lovers too
For tomorrow’s su n radiates from your bodies
The dawn coming with the first kiss….
Jan. 1963
GENE COURSON
He played the lead role in Bradenton Florida, Manatee High School’s The King & I
, and he was not just believable. He was unbelievable. Magnificent! We were i
n the sophomore play together, just four of us, and I grew to think of Gene as a
great poet and writer, though I was told he committed suicide sometime after we
all split up top go to college or wherever. Gene? Dead? He was a genius: we
had a group, a kind of secret society, where we passed around our masterpieces.
Orlanda Brugnola, now a pastor and artist (who has refused to respond to my ca
lls and emails: I suppose because of my connection to Lee Oswald) was a member
of that ‘coterie.’ Here are three poems Gene gave to me, which I treasured:
AN OPEN LETTER
By Gene Courson
I have been held
In many more vagrant arms
Than you will ever know,
when all I knew was a name
and a place and the glitter
of the neon signs outside.
And while adhering to your rules
I have broken you,
For, on a journey through
The fields of hell, I sang more clearly
Than all your flaxen angels.
Go take your idols,
Go take your blazing banners
And claim the place of light,
For twice, wice in the darkness
I have burned more brightly
Than you could ever know,
When I knew all – a name and a place
And the glitter of a truth
Which all your lights could not diminish.
1961
absurdly s.o.s
by Gene Courson
help
i am
crying help
and you
keep telling
me
how very
charming
i am
help